Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

heard about Hugh

was ruthless and wouldn’t think twice about taking harsh measures. Whoever offended him

never doubted

too, would be afraid of someone with such

to make sense if he was the

like him appear

the one watching you

Bar.”

explained as if he’d sensed the confusion

“Okay!”

same danger

like you following me? I’m certain your motive isn’t

already

was exploring the escape

in her dictionary after being rebirth, she was

idea.

standing before

wasn’t such a bad idea in certain

Hugh Croft wanted from

person with Omega blood

sudden question caught

idea

already exposed yourself. You

You should have felt the sense of

had already exposed her, there was

capability, he could have her

you want, Mr.

sign an agreement

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

to

with Omega type blood in the Darknet to have an agreement to sleep with

sudden. Let me

definitely her

powerful,

rose has

chance at life, Jane wanted to live freely and spend the rest of her life with someone who cared

being with someone like Hugh Croft was too

of her losing her life by the

should

leave me your

of silence enveloped both of

concise and in

for words on how

perhaps? Or

question, thinking that Jane might not understand

come easily out of

with whom Hugh would be so

one

like an

was on the first time he set

had imprinted on

of her

because they had the same blood

were the

it was the wound that had

“Okay!”

her number and WeChat ID to

did not

The reason was simple.

if she kept it from him,

would be able to dig

liked

scanned through

simple user name,

a picture of The Simpsons family of five as

full mark “” as his

picture was a pitch–black

you. If there’s nothing

think about it. Give me some

wanted to keep her distance from this

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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